He wasn't quite in her personal space, so far, except for the fact she had a very wide definition of personal space. It depended on the person. Her personal bubble, so far as he was concerned, was about a football field.
But he was close enough that he could have reached out and grabbed her. Or tucked that cane under her chin again. But maybe he wouldn't, since he probably didn't remember her. Her fingernails were practically digging into the desk. Not for the first time, she wished she were a proper werewolf and had some actual defenses. Being a cursed human was extremely inconvenient. All of the downsides, none of the benefits.
And she could use benefits at a time like this, when she was once again trapped in a house with an immortal she'd pissed off because she was a fucking dumbass who just did these things apparently. She was practically sitting on the desk now, just trying to get some more space between the two of them.
He was looming.
And then, apropos of nothing, he swore and half-ran out of the room, stumbling as he seemed to put too much weight on his bad leg. He caught himself with his cane and kept going, throwing a door open and vanishing into it.
...Had he... remembered?
He'd remembered something, but somehow she doubted it had anything to do with her. It had seemed to urgent. She didn't think he considered anything to do with her particularly urgent.
She could probably leave now. Or like. She didn't know, knock something over. Although there was nothing here but books and she could neither damage nor steal them. She would never be able to allow herself to. That was just low.
...She couldn't go sneaking around his house. But she was curious. She meandered vaguely towards the door, not going through, but looking through. She could sort of see into a kitchen. Where she saw him grab a pan right out of the oven with a bare hand. Holy SHIT! Her legs were sending her closer before it even registered to her what she was doing.
Sure enough, his skin was horribly blistering, practically melting. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, almost yelping. "Holy shit! Where is your first aid kit?!" She glanced frantically around the kitchen, opening a random cupboard as if it might contain a burn kit. It contained baking sheets. She glanced back over at his hand, wincing. "Oh god! Put it under some cold water, hurry up! You idiot, did you forget an oven mitt? What is with your memory?" This other cupboard contained pots. Still no bandages.
But he was close enough that he could have reached out and grabbed her. Or tucked that cane under her chin again. But maybe he wouldn't, since he probably didn't remember her. Her fingernails were practically digging into the desk. Not for the first time, she wished she were a proper werewolf and had some actual defenses. Being a cursed human was extremely inconvenient. All of the downsides, none of the benefits.
And she could use benefits at a time like this, when she was once again trapped in a house with an immortal she'd pissed off because she was a fucking dumbass who just did these things apparently. She was practically sitting on the desk now, just trying to get some more space between the two of them.
He was looming.
And then, apropos of nothing, he swore and half-ran out of the room, stumbling as he seemed to put too much weight on his bad leg. He caught himself with his cane and kept going, throwing a door open and vanishing into it.
...Had he... remembered?
He'd remembered something, but somehow she doubted it had anything to do with her. It had seemed to urgent. She didn't think he considered anything to do with her particularly urgent.
She could probably leave now. Or like. She didn't know, knock something over. Although there was nothing here but books and she could neither damage nor steal them. She would never be able to allow herself to. That was just low.
...She couldn't go sneaking around his house. But she was curious. She meandered vaguely towards the door, not going through, but looking through. She could sort of see into a kitchen. Where she saw him grab a pan right out of the oven with a bare hand. Holy SHIT! Her legs were sending her closer before it even registered to her what she was doing.
Sure enough, his skin was horribly blistering, practically melting. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, almost yelping. "Holy shit! Where is your first aid kit?!" She glanced frantically around the kitchen, opening a random cupboard as if it might contain a burn kit. It contained baking sheets. She glanced back over at his hand, wincing. "Oh god! Put it under some cold water, hurry up! You idiot, did you forget an oven mitt? What is with your memory?" This other cupboard contained pots. Still no bandages.
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